Somos como las cebras, rayadas y difíciles de montar.
sábado, 4 de julio de 2009
And so I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed,justto get it all out what's in my head. And I am feeling a littlepeculiar. And so I wake in the morning, and I step outside. And I take a deep breath, and I get real high.And I scream at the top of my lungs: What's going on?And I say, heyheyhey hey.I said hey, what's going on?
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